It appears power runs in the family

But who am I to judge one such as you

The one who rules over the powerful

Your darkness have feed the world hell for centuries

The creatures of the dark all bow to you but one

And it appears it has finally bowed to your blood

It's sickening

To know what you've done

While the rest of the world knows nothing

I will wait for my moment

My imagination gives me strength

To continue on waiting

To know that she is just like us

He was made to do our work

In ways we could not

But that can not be

We belong in the dark

It's what we were made to do